And just as his hand made it’s way under her orange button down, the waiter made an appearance disrupting their privacy,” Sir may I take your order?”, still in the trance of feeling his presence she raised two fingers and fluttered,”two shots please”, the waiter left with his lips pursed into a frown. They leaned in closer to one another and she said,” maybe we should wait, so he doesn’t disturb us again” and he nodded in agreement. Yet within moments of eye contact their lips were pressed against each others again,”just a little peck” they convinced themselves and his lips trailing soft kisses along her neck…patience was simply not their thing.
The Adventures of a Teenage Cynic…
